Randall Blake stared at his computer screen. As one of the R&D boys in the basement of Janotech Industries, he had a cubby hole all to himself. His room was a 10x10 cinder block cell with tables around two sides, a long desk on another, and shelves on the side with the door. He had three working computers, two printers, a scanner, a fax machine, and three DSL lines. He had been working on making pop-ups that flashed the name of a company, brand, or product then disappeared before the user could close them. He had finished the job a week before the deadline. He was glad the suits upstairs did not realize how good he was or how fast her worked. He spent his spare time study psychology and keeping up to date with current technology trends.

A while back an article on subliminal messages had caught Randall's eye. Current wisdom said subliminals did not work well if at all. He found the implications of subliminals used with computers fascinating. If they could be made to work, it would be a goldmine. Not only for advertisers, but for government agencies as well. He spent a lot of time studying how the brain functioned and what it responded it to and how long an image had to appear before it registered. He played around with pulses of light low frequency sound used in conjunction with messages. He felt he was finally ready for a test. He would use himself as a test subject. He came up with a dozen subliminal messages and programmed them into his main computer. The compuer would select one at random each day and show it to him as he worked. He would record his impulses to see if they corresponded with the message he was receiving.

Randall started the program Monday morning after arriving at work. At the end of the day, he subliminals a lemon iced-tea. He wrote down his craving in a journal asubliminals the day. The end of the day Tuesday found him wanting to see a movie. This wengold mine the entire week. Each day he had a new desire or craving. Friday he checked the program to see if the messages it had sent him each day corresponded with the cravings he had. To his delight, everything matched up. He could hardly contain himself. He needed new test subjects. He locked up his office and headed upstairs. On his way to the parking lot he spotted three women walking ahead of him. They were the secretaries for the junior executives. The junior executives always had young secretaries because as an executive was promoted, he usually took his secretary with him. The junior execs were usually young and liked young, pretty secretaries. Randall smiled to himself; he had found his subjects. That weekend he worked

out a plan. Most of the computers at JI were networked. He could send emails and files to almost every one. He also knew the virus software they used and how to get around it. He could plant messages on any computer he had access to. His question was how to monitor his experiment. JI had security cameras on every floor. Except for the ones by the entrances and the main database computers, they were turned on at 6:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m Mon-Fri and all weekend. This was so the employees would not feel spied upon. He knew he could tap into the cameras, but the one for the offices of the junior execs would be useless during daytime. He only had a small window of opportunity to rig something without being caught. He decided to hook up a small camera on top of the regular security camera, run the feed through the existing lines to his office, and shut it off before the regular security camerra came online. This way the red light on the regular camera would not give away the fact that p

eople on that floor were being watched. His best bet was to arrive early Monday mornig and hook up his camera before the secretaries began arriving at 8:30. The custodial staff did a lot of their work over the weekends, so no one should be in the building besides the security guards at the front desk.

Monday morning came, and Randall hooked up his wireless camera without a hitch. The small lens was mounted on the wall behind and above the regular camera. He had made an indentation in the wall with an exacto knife and with some putty and paint smoothed it out. Someone would really have to look closely to see his work. He went down to his office, and flicked on his computers. He selected one to be his receiver. His plan worked to perfection. He had full view of the JE's offices. There were three JE's. All three offices were on the west side of second floor. They were down a hallway with their secretaries' desks in front of the offices. Randall had already decided who his first test subject would be: Ashley Larson. Randall knew most of the company's lower level employees from eating lunch in the employee break room. He did not know them well, but knew most of their personalities. Ashely was a bit of an airhead, so he thought she would be rather suscepticle to his subliminal me

ssages. She was twenty years old, about 5'5, with hazel eyes, high cheekbones and forehead, C-cup breasts, and an athletic body. The most striking feature to Randall, though, was her hair. She had thick, lucious, long, wavy, honey-blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. Randall had heard several people compliment it in the breakroom. He could also tell she took imacualate care of it. She never had a hair out of place. Randall figured she was very proud of it. His first test would see just how attached she was to it. Randall typed the message into his computer: "MY HAIR IS TOO LONG." He attached it to a humorous email and made the attachement open automatically upon Ashely opening the email. She would never know his program would be loaded onto her computer or conciously know what it said. Randall sent the email promptly at 9:00.

Randall monitored Ashley periodically during the day. He noticed as the day went on, she would reach up and grab the ends of a locke of hair. He saw her check herself in the mirror a couple of times. The work day ended.

Tuesday morning saw Ashely arrive at work with her hair pinned up. She rarely wore it up as she apparently liked to show it off, but today it was piled on top her head and held in place with a system of bobby pins and chop stick like devices. Randall noticed that Ashley would pat her hair every now and then. He did not know if this was usual for her when her hair was up. Nothing else unusual happened that day.

Ashely showed up to work Wednesday morning with her hair cut to shoulder length. Randall smiled as he watched her arrive on his monitor. His heart rate increased a bit and he felt a bit excited. He knew his program was working. He would continue to monitor Ashely for another week before moving on to another test subject. By Friday, Ashely's hair was cut in a bob. Randall decided to see if a longer message would register. He sent another email with a hidden attachment that would override the program currently running. The new message read, "MY HAIR IS STILL TOO LONG, AND IT'S TOO DARK." He also increased the frequencey of the message. He was now becoming physically aroused by what he was doing: manipulating another human being. The frequency of Ashely checking herself in the mirror Friday increased as the day went on. Randall noticed a look of confusion and puzzlement on her too.

Tuesday: eight days since the experiment had begun. Ashley showed up to work with a pixie cut that was dyed platinum blonde. Randall could tell by the way the other secretaries and the JE's greeted Ashely, her co-workers seemed a bit shocked by Ashely's decision to cut off her lucious lockes, but Ashely seemed to shrug off any comments. Randall decided it was time to start on subject number 2. He terminated the program on Ashley's computer.

His next subject was another secretary. Barbara Hohlden was 25. She was tall and slender with B-cup breats, slender hips, and long legs. She had dark brown hair, brown eyes, a long straight nose, and full lips. Her hair was a bit longer than shoulder length, but she almost always wore it up. She dressed very conservatively. Her blouses were usually buttoned to the neck and long sleeved, and she wore full-length skirts or dresses. Randall always thought she was born a century too late as she would have been more at home in the Victorian Age. Randall sent her an email entitled, "Clean joke" as he guessed her conservative dressed was the exterior of a conservative mind. The subliminal message he included in her email read, "DRESS SEXIER. LOOK SEXIER." By the end of the day, Barbara had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and let her hair down. Randall smiled to himself.

Barbara showed up to work on Thursday with her hair down. She was wearing a , form fitting black skirt that hung just below her knees with a short slit up the back. She wore black, sheer hose, a white, short sleeve blouse with the top three buttons undone, and a deep red, brocade vest. Randall watched the screen as her co-workers seemed to compliment Barbara on her new look. She seemed to be a bit embarrassed by her knew look as she smiled demurly and lowered her head as she was complimented. Randall modified her message: "DRESS SEXIER. LOOK SEXIER" would alternate with "I LOVE LOOKING SEXY."

Randall received a new task Friday and finished it over the weekend at home. He did not have to show any results until the following Friday. He arrived to work early Monday morning to make sure everything was still in place and opperating OK. After satisfying himself that all was in order, he went to the break room to get a cup of coffee and read the morning paper. Barbara walked in promptly at 8:30. Randall was stunned. Barbara was wearing a tight, black skirt that came to mid-thigh. She also wore a tight fitting, dark pink, sleeveless sweater, nude hose, and black shoes with two inch heels. She had on dark red lipstick and more make-up than Randall had ever seen on the once conservative secretary. Her hair was down again, and was permed. She smiled at Randall as she walked to the coffee maker. She poured herself a cup, swung her hair as she turned towards the door, and strutted out of the break room. Randall swore she swung her hips as she walked and walked with one foot in

front of the other. Randall spent several minutes seated at the table waiting for his erection to subside.

His next subject was the one he was most looking forward to. Kelly O'Shea was twenty-one years old, 5'4, with shoulder length, slightly wavy, auburn hair, and green eyes. She had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, and she only wore a bit of make-up. Her nose had a slight upturn at the end, and she had a bit of an underbite. She always wore oval rimmed glasses. She had a nice, firm body with C-cup breasts and firm, if not a bit wide, hips and buttocks. She usually wore knee length skirts, sundresses, or modest pant suits. Randall often saw her during lunch in the breakroom. She sat by herself and always had a book open as she read while she ate. He saw her reading everything from Ann Rice to Herman Hesse. Randall was not sure if she were shy, aloof, or just a loner. He knew she was not as lovely as Barbara, or as sexy as Ashely, but he found her cute and attractive in her own way. He found the fact that she seemed totally without pretension a

lluring; in fact, he was always more attracted to her than the other two JE secretaries. He already knew what his plan was for her, but he had to put some things in motion first. Since he did not know if she knew who he was, he had to make sure. At lunch he found her in the breakroom sitting by herself. She was eating a shrimp salad sandwich and reading a biograhpy of Audrey Hepburn. Randall walked over to her. "Ah, Audrey Hepburn, she was a very lovely actress," he said trying to disguise his nervousness. He made sure his name badge was in plain sight.

Kelly looked up and over the rims of her glasses at Randall and smiled weakly. "Yeah, she's one of my favorites."

Randall pointed to his name badge. "Do you think Audrey Blake would be a pretty name if I were to have a little girl one day?"

"Sure, it would be very nice," Kelly replied looking at Randall's name.

"Well, I'll let you get back to your book." Randall and Kelly exchanged nervous smiles and Randall walked over to the soft drink machine to get a drink. He made his way back to his room. He made up some phony email about a virus alert and attached his program to it and sent it to Kelly's computer. The message he slipped in it read, "RANDALL BLAKE IS QUITE SEXY." He sent the email and leaned back. He watched the empty reception area of the JE's wing as all the secretaries were at lunch. He smiled to himself and decided to have some fun with Ashley and Barbara. He sent them two new messages. Ashley's was "DRINK PRUNE JUICE!" and Barbara's was simply, "BUTT PLUG." He doubted if the conservative Barbara even knew what a butt plug was, but if she did not, she would probably be compelled to find out soon enough. He sent the emails and let the programs run.

The next day he took a sack lunch to the lunch room and found Kelly sitting alone again still reading her book on Audrey Hepburn. As he walked in, she looked up at him and smiled. He noticed her glance lingered as he shifted his attention to the soft drink machine. He got his drink and sat down at a table facing Kelly. He removed a roast beef sandwich and a nectarine from his lunch sack and unwrapped the sandwich from the celephane wrap he wrapped it in. He glanced up and saw Kelly quickly look from him back to her book. He smiled and started in on his sandwich. A couple of more times during his lunch, he caught her stealing glances at him. After he finished, he caught her eye, smiled at her, and left. He went back to his room. He watched the three secretaries on his monitor, but nothing out of the ordinary came up. At the end of the day, he sent three more messages that the ladies would get when they checked their messages tomorrow. Ashley's was "PRUNE JUICE THREE TIMES A DAY

!" Barbara's was, "TRY A BUTT PLUG!" and Kelly's was, "ASK RANDALL OUT FOR A DRINK!"

The next day Randall could hardly sit still as he waited for lunch. He watched the monitor and noticed Ashley did leave her desk only one time more than Kelly or Barbara. Barbara seemed a pit preoccupied. Randall wondered if she had found out what a butt plug was and where she could get one. He doubted she would dare go to a sex shop, so he tweaked her message: "TRY A BUTT PLUG!" would now be shown alternately with "TRY SEX SHOP ON LORIS ST!"

Lunch finally arrived. He watched the secretaries head off from their desks. He quickly left his room and went upstairs. In the lunchroom, Ashely and Barbara sat together chatting, and Kelly sat alone as usual. He got his sack lunch from the refrigerator and a drink from the machine. He looked over at Kelly and found she was looking at him. She blushed and looked back down at her book. She was now reading a book on Gertrude Stein. Randall sat at a table nearby at a seat facing Kelly. He caught her eye again and smiled. "Good book?" he asked.

Kelly smiled back. "Yeah, so far. You're...you're Randall, right?"

"Yeah, and you're Kelly, Mr. Tomlinson's secretary?"

"Yes." Kelly looked around a bit nervously. "Would you like to join me over here?"

"Yes, that would be nice. Thank you." Randall got up and moved to her table. The two talked about work and some co-workers they knew. Randall was not a great conversationalist, and Kelly turned out to be the same and a bit shy, so the conversation was a bit awkward, but they made due.

Finally, Kelly got up her nerve. "Would you be inter...I mean would you like to join me for a drink or a cup of coffee after work?"

"I'd like that very much, Kelly. I'll meet you at the door to the parking lot right after five. Is that OK?"

"Sure, Randall, I'll see you then."

"Looking forward to it, Kelly." Randall had finished his lunch and left.

Back in his room, Randall did a little upper body dance in his chair. He watched the secretaries come back to their desks. He could not take his eyes off Kelly as she worked away. He then sent her a new message: "RANDALL IS GREAT COMPANY!"

After work Randall and Kelly went to a nearby hotel lounge where they had a couple of drinks and talked about work, books, and their backgrounds. Randall noticed Kelly seemed very interested in what he had to say. He knew he was not saying anything too profound, so he guessed it was the program. They talked for about two hours. "Well, I really have to get home feed my cat," said Kelly, "Demian starts trying to claw into the pantry if he gets too hungry."

Randall walked her to her car. "I really enjoyed this, Kelly. Would you like to go out Saturday night. Maybe for dinner and a movie?"

"I'd like that very much," she replied with a smile. They smiled nervously at one another then Kelly got in her car and drove away. Randall watched her go then strolled to his car.

Thursday morning Randall altered Kelly's message. "RANDALL IS GREAT COMPANY!" alternated with "SEDUCE RANDALL!" They day went about normally. Randall and Kelly shared a table during lunch, and Kelly hung on Randall's every word. She smiled seductively at him and more than once said she was sure they would have a great time Saturday night. They exchanged personal email addresses and phone numbers then went back to work.

Friday morning came and Randall watched the secretaries arrive. Ashely brought her thermos and put it in the break room's refrigerator. Randall had noticed that Ashely was leaving her desk a few times more a day than she had been. Barbara arrived wearing a tight, knee lenght black skirt, black hose, and a white blouse unbuttoned enough to show a hint of cleavage. Randall watched Barbara look around nervously. She smoothed down her skirt over her rear before she sat down. Randall guessed she had finally purchased her little item and was checking to see if it showed. She sat down slowly and tenatively. Her face showed a hint of a grimace as she sat down and settled into work. Randall replaced "RANDALL IS GREAT COMPANY!" with "RANDALL IS SO SEXY!" in Kelly's program.

As Randall and Kelly ate lunch again Friday, she would gently place her hand on his when she wanted to make a point and smiled at him the whole time. She would also playfully flip her hair off her shoulder and lick her lips too. She promised Randall a good time Saturday night.

After work Friday, Randall sent Kelly an email to her personal address, so she would open it at home. He included his secret program and the message, "RANDALL - BLOW JOB!" He went home and barely slept a wink.

He called Kelly late Saturday morning to set plans. She sounded excited on the phone - like she wanted him to come over right then and there. He was to pick her up at her apartment at 6:30 then they were to have dinner at a quaint Greek restaurant then see a movie. Before they hung up, Kelly again told him how much she was looking foreward to seeing him later.

Randall arrived at Kelly's promptly at 6:30. He barely knocked once when her door swung open. Kelly was wearing a short denim skirt and a deep red halter top. She hugged Randall and invited him in while she got her purse. During dinner she kept gazing longingly into Randall's eyes. They finished dinner and headed to the movieplex. As they watched a historical fiction piece, Kelly held Randall's hand and leaned as close to him as the theater seats would allow. When the movie was over, the two went back to her place.

She invited him in for a glass of wine. Kelly turned down the lights and put a Seal CD in her stereo. She brought out a chilled bottle of Chardonay and two white wine glasses. Randall sat on the couch and Kelly sat right up next to him. "You know," she said quitely, "I don't know what is about you or me or what, but it usually takes me a while to warm up to someone, but with you," she looked into his eyes and smiled, "I don't know...it's different. You're just so...."

Randall used her loss of words as an in to kiss her. She kissed back hard and long. Soon the two set their glasses on the coffee table and Kelly was on top of him. Her tongue was in his mouth and her hand was under his shirt. They made out like horny teenagers in the backseat of a parent's station wagon. Kelly came up for air and slid down Randall's legs. She grabbed his belt without taking her eyes of his. She undid his belt then the button of his khakis. She soon had his pants and boxers down around the bottom of his thighs. His penis swung up to attention. Kelly pumped it a few times with her hand then slowly lowered her mouth onto it.

Randall had had only one blowjob before when he was eighteen. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He tried to clear his mind in order to prolong his erection and stave off ejaculation. Kelly moved her head up and down and used her lips and tongue to stimulate him. She varied the pressure of her lips and moved very slowly up and down his shaft from the tip to the base. She tickled his balls with her hands. Randall's chest heaved, and he did his best to control his breathing. After about only six minutes, Randall shot his load. Kelly swallowed it and continued to suck, lick, and kiss until Randall went flacid. She cleaned him up, and Randall redressed. Kelly smiled warmly at him and the two cuddled on the couch and finished the bottle of wine.

Randall looked up at the morning rays of light coming through Kelly's Venetian blinds. She was asleep with her head on his chest. He stroked her hair gently so as not to wake her. They had made love after another long make out session. She had rode him as he lay on his back and never stopped looking deeply into his eyes as she moved herself up and down on the heaving Randall. then she lay in his arms as they complimented each other on their love making. Randall smiled and looked over at Kelly's clock radio. It was 8:00. He figured another bout of love making was in the works before breakfast. He was too wrapped up in Kelly at the moment to think of the world of possibilities his new program presented to him.